Everything's coming up bleak
Picking out bones from your teeth
That is why
They'll never show you the ending
Until they've got you strapped in
By the feet
When I look to you I'm bent all out of shape
And I must confess it hasn't felt the same
I am one I am one with my nothing
I am one I am one without you
I am one I am one with my nothing
When this one when this one becomes two
Fist full off sunflower seeds
For the dumb little mute canary
Now I know, the cell divide was impending
And love and hell mostly are the same thing
When I look to you the colour starts to drain
And despite the time passed
You always seem to look the same
I keep dreaming about when
There were ringlets in my hair
Gray carpet on the stairs
Tapping on the fishtank
You keep sticking out your tongue
Got the hose on the hostas
And the two of us were one
Coming home
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